8 MONTHS LATER
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MALLERY’S POV
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“Shut it,” I shove the hammer into Elion’s hand, making him stumble back as he laughs his ass off. “I can’t…you just… you totally missed it,” he’s bawling his ass off, laughing so loud that it makes Jace laugh. I whip around, glaring at my mate, "Don't laugh!" I sneer, fighting not to laugh myself. "Just go pick out a color," Elion points at the color cards, the different shades of brown tint doesn't interest me. "I want to help build the porch swing," I grit out, "It was my idea after all." I point out my outstanding plan, "It's not that brilliant," Elion teases with a knowing grin. I'm glad that we put aside our differences, or rather that I pushed to set it aside. I pestered him for days until he believed me. I screamed, cried and fought with him as
